Malachi

Kaida still hadn't woken up. My only assurance that she remained alive was the fact that I was still breathing, though her deteriorating condition was rapidly sapping my own vigor.

I felt immensely weak. My daily visits to Massachusetts were only exacerbating the drain. I made sure not to miss a single day, desperate to reach the end of the month so I could finally be free of him. I was finished with being a vessel for agony, yet I could sense he was extracting more than just pain ...